September 9, 2012

September 5, 2012

  • countdown: 14 days.

    going to leave this place for a whole year.
    the place where i was born, where i grew up, made friends, studied, played, fell in love.
    fell in love with the environment, with the food, with music, with the people.
    i have so much to say, but too few words actually escape from my lips.

    messages. time capsule. memories. decay. nothingness. existence. tick tock.

August 31, 2012

  • september.

    19 days more and i'm off to london for a full year.
    awfully unprepared, physically and mentally. as if i'd ever be prepared.
    this last minute habit is unlikely to change.

    quite emotional recently.
    memories.
    they're like blood seeping through a bandage.
    the wound may seem insignificant, but the bleeding is more serious than you could imagine.
    it just won't clot.
    you try to ignore it, yet when you finally notice it again, it's soaking wet with blood.

    do metaphors aggravate or alleviate the pain?

August 30, 2012

August 19, 2012

  • blindfolded. our hearts are blindfolded. layer by layer. for too long.

    its only when we finally decide to see the light again that we realise, its too late.
    we've gotten use to darkness. we can't cope with this external stimulation.

    this pain.

    no eye see. no, i see.

August 8, 2012

July 29, 2012

  • Dear Professor McClellan,

    How are you doing up there?

    I remember you interviewing me before I entered the department, thank you for letting me study in CU.

    It was until year three that I took your courses, 2 history courses and an ensemble. I learnt a lot. You were always very patient and kind. I'm not very used to using past tense to describe you.

    I asked you to help me write my reference letter. In the end I got an offer from the only school I applied for. I haven't written you a thank you letter yet. I planned to do so after I got back from the states, but as I arrived HK, you were already in a coma. And I thought I could write you the letter when you recovered and got out of hospital. But that day never came. 2 weeks later, you left us. It's too late now, yet I still must express my gratitude.

    Thank you MM.

    Hope to see you in heaven when I die.

    Love,
    Esther.

July 20, 2012

July 1, 2012

June 19, 2012